Qin Ye's room was in a mess.

The wardrobe was pushed in, and all the clothes inside were pulled out, one by one torn into strips of cloth.

The pillow quilt was trampled underfoot, and the best eiderdown quilt had fallen apart at the moment, and the ground was full of feathers.

There's a lot more floating in the air.

There was a bamboo basket of flowers on the wall, and the flowers were scattered all over the ground, and the bamboo basket was pulled crookedly, and the bamboo strips were torn out.

The originally elegant room is now as if it has been visited by robbers.

No, it's more exaggerated than being robbed.

"Come on, come on, it's a big deal to die together......"

On the balcony, Qin Shuyi, who was wearing a dark purple cheongsam, was holding a fruit knife in her hand and holding it against her neck.

Whenever the people in the room stepped forward, she made a gesture to stick it in her neck.

No one dared to step forward.

A doctor and two nurses stood on the sidelines, helpless.

The other two servants were trying to go up and restrain Qin Shuyi, but they were afraid of the knife in Qin Shuyi's hand and didn't dare to step forward.

The scene was so deadlocked.

Uncle Tong's face was about to wrinkle into a bitter melon.

Seeing Jun Moting, it is like seeing a savior, "Young Master......"

Jun Moting's face is gloomy and can drip water.

He had only heard from the servants about the scene of his mother's illness.

And this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.

raised his eyes to look at the doctor, but saw him with a white face and anxious eyes.

Jun Moting's face darkened.

Clenched his fists, Jun Moting felt that the anger in his heart was about to be irrepressible.

For the first time in his life, there was something that made him feel that he didn't know what to do.

In silence, I saw Qin Ye take a step forward.

"Come back ......"

His gaze slid over the dagger that Qin Shuyi was lying on his neck, and Jun Moting snorted coldly.

Qin Ye didn't seem to hear Jun Moting's words.

Her eyes could only see the woman on the balcony with a crazy expression that was almost hideous.

One hand held a fruit knife against her neck, but in the other hand, she clutched a worn-out rag doll tightly.

Gray hair, big eyes.

A British little suit.

Around his neck, he also wore a purple bow tie.

The rag doll is very old, it looks like it has been some years, and the little hands have turned gray.

And the face of the rag doll is red and black.

It's black because I touch it too many times.

And red, maybe because I kissed too many times and got lipstick?

So, after not seeing her youngest son for so many years, she came over with this shabby rag doll in her hand, right?

And if someone wants to take her rag doll, how can she not go crazy?

A heart was sour and swollen, and Qin Ye's tears were about to come out.

I don't know if it's for myself or for the second young master of the Jun family.

If her mother was still there, knowing that Qin Hongjin was ignoring her so much, and knowing that Shen Yunfei and Qin Xinyue were going to kill her, she would also fight with them like this, right?

"Mom......"

Picking up a purple scarf from the ground and tying it under the collar of his shirt, he didn't realize how funny he looked, Qin Ye pushed aside the crowd and stood in front of Qin Shuyi.

Seeing that there was a change of person in front of her, Qin Shuyi's pupils instantly constricted.

"Don't come, come here again, I'll die to show you......"

The knife pressed against the skin, and thin beads of blood came out almost instantly.

In the crowd, someone exclaimed, and before the voice could be spoken, he swallowed back after facing Qin Ye's cold eyes.

"Mom, look at who I am......"

Turning his head and looking at Qin Shuyi again, Qin Ye's voice was softer and lower.

Qin Shuyi looked at Qin Ye, her eyes a little dazed.

Qin Ye took another step forward.

"Don't come here......"

Qin Shuyi shouted, grabbing the hand of the rag doll and not moving, but with one foot, he kicked it indiscriminately, as if he wanted to kick Qin Ye away.

A pair of eyes were still staring at Qin Ye tightly.

"Mom, I'm your Ah Ye."

Qin Ye shouted in a low voice.

"Ah Ye? Ah Ye ......"

Muttering, Qin Shuyi's expression was a little confused, as if she couldn't remember who Ah Ye was at all.

Seeing that Qin Ye moved a few more steps under his feet, and was much closer to him, Qin Shuyi shouted: "Don't think I'm afraid of death, come over again, I'll die for you." ”

Qin Ye smiled, "Mom, I'm Ah Ye." If you want to die, I'll die with you, okay? ”

"Qin ......"

The sentence "Qin Ye, you are crazy" almost broke out, and Jun Moting, who heard Qin Ye's words, almost had a heart attack.

But in the next moment, the scene in front of him stopped him from breathing.